A Little Less Talk by Chromiumheart

 

Title:  A Little Less Talk

Author:  Chromiumheart

Rating:  NC-17 for sexual content

Pairing:  J/7

Setting:  Neelix's Kitchen (For Katie's kitchen challenge)

Summary:  Janeway wants to have a long overdue talk with Seven, but as usual Seven puts her own spin on things.

Disclaimer:  Paramount owns anything Star Trek

Feedback:  Greatly appreciated at chromiumheart@yahoo.com

 

Thanks Katie!

 

 

  "A Little Less Talk"

 

 

"What the hell were you thinking, Chakotay?"  The Captain asked, torn between anger, confusion and shock.  "Never mind that she's a respected member of the crew, a department head no less, or that her Borg implants could snap your neck with a flick of her wrist!  Why, Chakotay?  Why would you even think about striking Seven of Nine?"

 

Her First Officer couldn't answer through his broken jaw, which the Doctor was diligently repairing, but his eyes reflected only a small hint of remorse.  Janeway suspected that was due more to her reprimand than for the act itself.

 

With a deep sigh, the Captain contemplated the best way to handle this.  His behavior earlier in her ready room had been bad enough.  Now this?

Something was definitely amiss with the Commander and she intended to find out what.

 

"Tuvok, I want Commander Chakotay held here in Sickbay.  Let's find out if anything is tampering with his emotions first."

 

"Yes Captain."

"Doctor, notify me as soon as you have something."

 

"Of course, Captain."

 

Kathryn wandered the corridors of Voyager deep in thought.  She longed to go to Cargo Bay 2, but Seven had been so keyed up from the ordeal that the Doctor had ordered her to regenerate.  His stipulation of "absolutely no interruptions" was said while pointedly eyeing the Captain.

 

So the one thing Janeway had been anticipating the whole day was the one thing she couldn't do.  If it hadn't been for Chakotay's conduct, she would have revealed her true feelings to Seven.

 

When the Away Team returned, all she could think about was pulling Seven aside for a long overdue talk.  But Chakotay had cornered her almost as soon as the group had materialized, and Janeway watched the ex-Borg leave after a quick nod in greeting.  She should've known something was up by how persistent he was to give his report.

 

Once in her ready room he poured on the charm, but she was too distracted with her upcoming revelation to fully notice.  He certainly gained her attention when he grabbed and held her pressed against him.  She lost all tolerance, and a small amount of control, when he tried to kiss her.  The slap across his face snapped him back to reality.  Or so she thought.  He mumbled an apology and fled.

She'd left it alone in an attempt to keep it private, and with every intention of speaking to Chakotay later.  But later turned out to be too late.  Her First Officer had instigated a yelling match with her Astrometrics Officer in the mess hall, and it had come to blows.  Well, one blow.  Chakotay's never landed.  Seven's did.

The swishing of the doors brought her to the present and she found herself in the mess hall.  Realizing she'd missed dinner, she checked the time.

 

"Well, nothing like a midnight snack."  Janeway rummaged through the kitchen for any leftovers.  She paused over a bowl of bright red strawberries as the Doctor paged her with his results.

Turns out there was a foreign substance that created an overwhelming compulsion to act on one's deepest desires.  And, the more resistance it met, the more aggressive the demeanor.

 

But it wasn't just Chakotay.  The entire away team was infected and under observation until the Doctor could formulate a neutralizer.  With the exception of Seven who was still regenerating, which he felt was the best place for her to be.

 

She had just put the bowl of fruit down to search for some cream when she was yanked backwards into a solid body.  An arm pinned both of hers to her sides while a hand closed tightly over her mouth.  Janeway struggled desperately to break free until the voice registered through her panic.

 

"Be still, Kathryn."  Seven commanded, her lips brushing Kathryn's ear as she spoke.

 

Fear melted into anger and the Captain once again tried to free herself.  Abruptly, she was twisted to face Seven and slammed against the cooling unit.  Seven's hand still covered her mouth, but now her body held Kathryn's firmly in place.

"You will be still, and quiet."  Seven's desire filled gaze drilled into Janeway with all the intensity of a plasma burn, white hot and almost unbearable.  Kathryn closed her eyes to stop the onslaught, only to heighten her awareness of the sensual push of curves against her own.  The sensations proved more than the Captain could resist, she looked Seven in the eye and acquiesced with a slight dip of her head.

Cautiously, Seven eased her hand from Janeway's mouth, all the while keeping their heated look.  When Kathryn didn't make a sound, Seven shifted her focus to the wine colored lips she ached to feel.  With a feather light touch she ran a finger across Janeway's upper lip, back along the lower edge then over the middle. 

 

Instinctively Kathryn parted her lips, and the tip of Seven's finger gently nudged the bottom lip down to slide just barely inside.  The quick flick of a tongue made her nostrils flare and inhale deeply. 

The now damp finger blazed a trail down chin and neck to the tunic's collar.  From there it followed the opening jacket to the waist.  Here, Seven brought both hands to rest on Janeway's stomach, their warmth easily penetrating the grey under shirt.  In no hurry, Seven felt her way up.

 

"Do you want him?"  She asked casually.

 

The Captain tried to answer but her labored breathing and dry mouth made speech impossible.  A strangled sound was all that emerged.

 

Seven studied Kathryn while her palms hovered above her breasts.  She smirked when Janeway's nipples visibly hardened in invitation.  Instead, Seven's hands rose up and peeled the Captain's command uniform from her shoulders to her biceps.

 

"Do you want me?"  This time Seven's voice was a husky whisper making Kathryn's gut clinch with anticipation.

 

Janeway knew she should probably stop this.  Not because she didn't want it to happen, god knows how she yearned for this.  But, Seven wasn't herself right now.  How would she feel after all was said and done?  She didn't want either of them to regret this.

 

Suddenly, her nipples were pinched and the decision was made.  Kathryn couldn't help the groan that rushed forth, or her back arching to increase the contact.

 

"It was a rhetorical question, Captain.  I already know you do."  The kiss that followed stole Janeway's ability to think and function.  Her legs gave way when a strong tongue invaded and plundered her mouth, but Seven kept her upright.  Lifting one of Kathryn's legs to her hip, Seven reached around and under to stroke Kathryn's center through her uniform.  Janeway tore herself from the kiss, slamming her head against the surface.

 

"Oh god Seven...wha...what are you doing?"

 

"What I have always wanted to do, Captain."  She stated, then clutched a handful of Kathryn's shirt and jerked her to the wall just outside the galley.  "Commanding you."  She then swept all the utensils from the rack on the wall and positioned Janeway underneath it.

 

Bending her knees, Seven wedged her hip between Kathryn's legs and stood, forcing the petite woman to her tiptoes.  Janeway moaned and Seven claimed her in another hungry kiss.  She removed Kathryn's jacket, threaded each side through the bracers of the wall rack and tied Janeway's wrists with the dangling sleeves, all while keeping the woman completely distracted.

 

Seven stepped back to admire her handiwork.  It didn't take the Captain long to recognize her predicament.

 

"Sev-".

 

"Silence."  Seven interrupted.

 

"But as the Capt-".  Immediately Seven's hand stopped any further protests.

 

"I do not wish to gag such a sensual mouth.  But I shall if you make it necessary."  She leaned forward and licked the outer rim of Janeway's ear before sucking the lobe into her mouth to nibble.  Kathryn shuddered in response.

 

"Trust me."  Seven murmured then moved into the galley.

 

Janeway didn't know what to think of the situation, but she didn't have long to ponder.  Seven returned a few seconds later and Kathryn smelled the strawberries as she passed by.

 

When Seven finally turned to her again she wielded a paring knife.  Tracing Janeway's cheek with the flat of the blade she ordered the Captain not to move.  With a steady hand she sliced through the uniform from neck to crotch.  Careful not to touch any sensitive areas she used her fingers to lift the undergarments away from skin, then cut the delicate material from the slim form.

 

The combination of steel, danger and sexuality set Kathryn's nerves on edge.  But, much to her surprise, not unpleasantly so.  Perhaps because she did trust Seven.  With her life.

 

Seven fed her a couple of berries before speaking again.

 

"You were searching for something just before I arrived.  What was it?"

 

"Cream."  Kathryn tried not to show her curiosity about the question, but couldn't stop an eyebrow from raising.  Seven appeared not to notice.

 

"Ah yes, strawberries and cream."  She rotated the fruit held gingerly in her fingertips, as if scrutinizing every inch.  Janeway watched, mesmerized by the berry turning round and round at Seven's mercy.  Just like her.  "Did you find any?"

 

"No."  Seven dropped her hand and stepped forward, snapping Kathryn's attention to her face.

"Perhaps you were looking in the wrong place."  Without warning Seven drew the strawberry through Janeway's wetness with exquisite slowness.  Quickly she popped it in her mouth, licking the excess from her fingers as well.

 

"Mmmm...".  The sound shot right to Kathryn's core.  Her chest thrust out and her legs parted of their own volition, all silently begging for more.

 

In a matter of moments, Seven stripped, coated a piece of fruit in her own juices and offered it to Kathryn.  As soon as the Captain took the treat, Seven dropped to her knees, draped a leg over her shoulder and thrust her tongue inside Janeway as deep as it would go.

 

Kathryn swallowed her food only partially chewed and cried out as Seven began to devour her, biting and sucking in earnest.  Using her Borg enhanced strength, and the wall as support, Seven raised both of Janeway's legs and spread them as far apart as she could.  Kathryn's body began to shake.

 

"Oh my god, Seven...oh god...oh...oh...Seven...oh...Sev...en..."  Her orgasm hit fast and hard when that devilish tongue started dancing back and forth on her clit, and Janeway screamed her release.  "SEVEN!  FUCK...FUCK...FUCK ME...OOOHHHH!"

 

Seven replaced her tongue with her fingers and got to her feet, wrapping Kathryn's legs around her waist in the process.  Hastily she untied Janeway's bindings and once again knelt on the floor.  With her head resting limply on her shoulder, Kathryn groaned into Seven's neck when two fingers penetrated her.

 

"Seven," she gulped, "I can't."

 

With her free hand Seven wrenched Janeway up by the hair, slender arms tightening about her neck for stability.

 

"You can and you will."  Another small tug put a pert breast at her mouth.

 

Never taking her eyes from Kathryn, Seven lathed her tongue around a nipple.  Kathryn gasped.  When Seven stretched a nub with only her teeth she felt Janeway's groin twitch around her fingers.  Janeway whimpered.  When she used both, the Captain's hips rocked and the Captain moaned in submission.  Seven brought Janeway's face to hers.

 

"Ride me, Kathryn."  Then she kissed her lover with a passionate hunger, the likes of which Janeway had never experienced before.  It was hard, bruising and so deep that Kathryn felt like it reached her soul.  It set her blood on fire.

 

As soon as the kiss ended Janeway shoved her breast into Seven's mouth.  Alternating between kissing and suckling, the ex-Borg set a pace to match the rhythm of Kathryn's thrusts.

 

"Damn Seven...that's...god...I...fuck...yes...oh, Seven, yes...more!"

 

A third finger was added and Janeway threw her head back releasing a long guttural moan.  Seven ran her hand along sweaty skin, down to soaked curls and used her thumb to massage the swollen bundle of nerves.  Kathryn's response was to lock lips with her.  When she came Janeway screamed so loudly into her mouth that Seven's ears rang.

 

Then she did something most un-Captain like.  She passed out.

 

With a tenderness no one thought her capable of, Seven cradled her precious burden to her bosom.  I am in love with this frustratingly stubborn, irrelevant human.  And, she loves this insignificant drone.  As her own exhaustion lured her to the realm of dreams she heard Kathryn's voice in her head reply "Ex-drone, my love, and very significant to me."

 

Neither woman stirred when the Doctor hailed the Captain.  They didn't even twitch when the mess hall doors activated.  There was a tiny muscle contraction when the Doctor administered the hypospray to Seven. 

 

He observed them for a moment.  Mentally tasking their poor choice of venues, he couldn't help but smile mischievously when he thought of how embarrassed the Captain was going to be when she realized she fell asleep sprawled naked atop an equally nude Seven of Nine in the mess hall.  He stepped away so as not to disturb them and quietly instructed the computer to transport them to the Captain's quarters.

 

"Looks like the Captain and Seven finally had that talk."

 

THE END